Chapter 2019 It Feels Like I Was Slapped in the Face

How could he not mind?

Unless...

The woman's eyes once again swept over Qiao Mianmian's delicate and beautiful face, and her fair and delicate skin, with a hint of jealousy in her eyes.

But she felt that.

Mo Yesi couldn't be such a superficial man.

He would have a good impression of a woman just because of her appearance.

He should be a man who pays more attention to a woman's inner qualities and talents.

After all, no matter how beautiful a face is, if she has no actual talent and an empty mind, she is just a vase that looks good but is useless.

With this thought, the expression on the woman's face became better.

Just when she felt a little relieved, the door of the office was pushed open.

The woman was happy, thinking that Mo Yesi had returned from the meeting.

She quickly adjusted her facial expression, raised a smile that she thought was the most beautiful, then restrained her inner excitement and turned around with reserve.

"Mo..."

Before she could even call out "President Mo", she saw the person who came in, was stunned for a moment, and then quickly put away the smile on her face.

The person who came in was Mo Yesi's secretary.

She brought coffee to Qiao Mianmian.

The woman glanced at the coffee in the secretary's hand, thinking it was for her, and smiled and said, "I don't like coffee. Drinking it will cause insomnia at night. But I still trouble you. By the way, when will the meeting of President Mo end?"

The secretary was stunned, looking at the woman who was talking to her, with a puzzled expression on her face.

But she still politely replied, "President Mo is still in a meeting, and it may take more than ten minutes for the meeting to end."

"Oh, so that's it."

The woman nodded, glanced at the coffee in the secretary's hand again, thought about it, and said, "Forget it, you should give me the coffee. It's okay for me to drink it once in a while."

As she said that, she was about to reach out for it.

The expression on the secretary's face finally couldn't be held back.

"Sorry, this is not the coffee for you."

"What...this, this is not..." The woman was stunned.

The secretary felt embarrassed and walked past her, handing the coffee to Qiao Mianmian who was curled up on the sofa: "Miss Qiao, your coffee is ready. Please taste it and see if it tastes right. If not, I will make you another cup."

"Do you need anything else besides coffee? I will prepare it for you right away."

The secretary was very respectful in front of Qiao Mianmian.

This was completely different from her attitude when she was talking to the woman just now.

The moment the secretary handed the coffee to Qiao Mianmian, the woman's face seemed to be slapped, and her expression changed all of a sudden.

Looking at the secretary's respectful attitude and the words she said to Qiao Mianmian, the expression on the woman's face became uglier.

Because she had come here several times.

The secretary had never been so polite to her.

She looked at Qiao Mianmian with an ugly face, opened her mouth and was about to speak, but heard footsteps behind her.

Then she heard the secretary respectfully call out: "Mr. Mo."

Mo Yesi is here?

The woman turned around excitedly.

When she saw Mo Yesi, her eyes lit up and she took two steps towards him: "Boss Mo."

But Mo Yesi didn't even look at her, but walked right past her.

He walked in front of Qiao Mianmian, not caring about other people in the office, and bent down to pick Qiao Mianmian up from the sofa. He wanted to chat with more like-minded people about "Sweet Hidden Marriage: Husband, Addicted to Spoiling". Follow "Youdu Literature" on WeChat to read novels, talk about life, and find confidants~